Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
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At last, the lamps upon thy sideThe rest of Life to see!Past Midnight! Past the Morning Star!Past Sunrise!Ah, What leagues there wereBetween our feet, and Day!
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And Violets are done—When Bumblebees in solemn flightHave passed beyond the Sun—The hand that paused to gatherUpon this Summer’s dayWill idle lie—in Auburn—Then take my flowers—pray!
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Upon a festal day,‘Twill be because beyond the RoseI have been called away—If I should cease to take the namesMy buds commemorate—‘Twill be because Death’s fingerClaps my murmuring lip!
I am alive—I guess—
Are full of Morning Glory—And at my finger’s end—The Carmine—tingles warm—And if I hold a GlassAcross my Mouth—it blurs it—Physician’s—proof of Breath—I am alive—becauseI am not in a Room—The Parlor—Commonly—it is—So Visitors may come—And lean—and view it sidewise—And add ‘How cold—it grew’—And ‘Was it conscious—when it steppedIn Immortality? ‘I am alive—becauseI do not own a…
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The Peace cannot deface—Then Wherefore be the Tooth?To vitalize the Grace—The Heaven hath a Hell—Itself to signalize—And every sign before the PlaceIs Gilt with Sacrifice—
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It tried—to be a Rose—And failed—and all the Summer laughed—But just before the SnowsThere rose a Purple Creature—That ravished all the Hill—And Summer hid her Forehead—And Mockery—was still—The Frosts were her condition—The Tyrian would not comeUntil the North—invoke it—Creator—Shall I—bloom?